White Fox Man Novels & Stories

He stood at the man's front and bowed before him. "Report" The man said in a deep and grumpy voice, thick smoke coming out of his mouth as he uttered every word. "I've did some diggings about him. In my findings, I found out that he is not an ordinary human being. He is a creature, a werewolf" The guy said. The man was shocked for a while but later chuckled as smokes came out of his nostrils. "The almighty Arnold Chase is a mythical creature? How funny. No wonder all the men sent after him never return, they were always killed. This is becoming interesting already" He smirked.

They could have killed all of these wild wolves in a much shorter time if they had weapons. A man's deep voice sounded from the front door just as they were exhaling a sigh of relief. "What are you guys doing?!" When Thomas turned his head to look, all he saw was a middle-aged man with a basket on his back standing in the doorway. He was tall, fierce-eyed, and had a vicious wolf tattooed on his left arm. This person should be the one they were looking for. Thomas said, "Are you Mr. Fox Wolf? We—" The man did not wait for Thomas to finish his sentence, he bellowed, "I said, what are you two doing?!"

He yelled again, almost certain he was not going to get an answer since he had already accepted he was all alone in the room. "I am here!" Blackwheel turned as he heard the voice of someone who seemed to be present in the room but not visible. "Who are you?" Blackwheel inquired. "I am a friend of Man. My friends call me Woman. I am a werewolf." Quietly, Blackwheel felt he had been in the grip of a terrible spell for too long and had been given the privilege to be free for a very short time. "What can I do for you?" "A lot!" Woman said.

Where Roger stood a moment before, now there is only a huge gray wolf. Before I know it the other men have shifted too. Three are gray like Roger, but the first man –the largest and fiercest – has red fur like a fox. Of course I’ve never seen such a terrifying fox. My mind is reeling - have I ever been this near a wolf? Have I ever even seen one in the wild? I don’t even know why I’m focusing on such things - it’s not like it matters, these aren’t actual wolves. They’re shifters, and the beasts are at least twice the size of true wolves.

Moon said. "Moon, you realize my Wolf is a dark wolf, or Nightmare wolf, right? I can barely control him as it is, you want me to just talk with him, bond with him, and hope he reveals his name, making it easy on me? My Wolf is just as pissed off at me as every other wolf that has a human now. Just because my Wolf and I work together from time to time doesn't mean it's going to work out this time." Rex snorted.

the wolf prompted eagerly. It didn't have to, either. Heaving, the bones cracked with a reshaping, fur bursting along arms and legs until, in one second, Xavier-man became Xavier-the-wolf-a monster ready to kill for this woman standing next to him. Sophia panted irregularly, but she did not hold me back. She knew what was at stake. "Get on," I ordered through our mind-link. She didn't argue but fuzzed the moment to get on my back, where she hugged my fur tightly.

Whiskey. Present Day. I stared gobsmacked at the strange creature. I needed to know more. I need to study him, learn, and find out where he got his power. Once I have the answers I need, then I will act. I watched the man closely, day and night, for over a week. He was a creature of habit, doing the same thing each day. He would wake early with the sun, then he’d change into a large silver wolf. Which only leads me to believe my original theory. He is the same as me, an abomination, a created tool of death. After he hunts through the forest for food, he returns to his rock. Once there, he spends the rest of the day in the same meditative state. The black whisps twirled around his fingers bef

I teased with a smile. "Serving my wife is my honor." He sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. "By the way, our scouts reported that they found a mad white fox near the edge of the Mistwood." My hand paused over the book. "Sylvia?" "Mm." Julian toyed with my hair. "I heard she has lost her mind completely. She doesn't even know how to hunt. A few low-level beasts bit off one of her legs, and now she can only survive on carrion."

Its sharp canines appear to slam back up into his gums, causing blood to gush from the animal’s mouth, as limbs dance about in chaotic, jerky movements. When it’s over, a man crouches where the wolf stood mere moments ago, cloaked in heavy, white furs. His hair is as white as the wolf’s, those familiar golden eyes stare at me through clouds of pain. It clicks, he must be one of them. My nose crinkles, I can only assume the Wolf-Men have been organized to find me, and this one succeeded. Despite being saved, dread wells up within me- I don’t want to go back. My gaze falls on Ghost, wondering if he can outrun a wolf, but returns when the Wolf-Man clears his throat.

He felt as if he was doused in cold water, trapped in a nightmare as hi s mind grew hazed as he listened to his words. “The drug will work normally for human,” the fox man said. He chuckled dryly and added, “But for a beast, it is the worst.” What does he mean that it will have another effect on beast? As much as Chandler wished it was joke, he knew the truth. Because he can feel it. His body was beginning to turn sluggish and hiss limbs refused to cooperate. “I heard that the three Alphas of the WayHoRix couldn’t find their mate yet,” the fox man said.